The waste wood princess is the god of war

Chapter 882 His Color Is Very White
Darkness, the rest is darkness...

Mu Anqi obviously felt that the voice was very similar to his own, so this should be Hua Qi's remnant soul.

The memory of 1000 years ago crashed into her head, constantly and quickly trying to erase her current memory, just like she erased the memory of the original owner when she just came back from time travel.

Is this an attempt to steal?
Mu Anqi sneered, "I'm not as weak as you think, Hua Qi..."

She fell into a coma, and everything returned to calm, but at the same time, some characters sealed here 1000 years ago gradually woke up.

"Brother Ling, there is a change in the Demon Palace." Standing in the Spirit Palace, Feng said to the man behind the gauze curtain.

The man's voice became colder, not as soft as before, "Isn't this what you want? I have said many times not to let things get out of hand."

Feng yawned indifferently, "I just want to make things more interesting. I also want to open the Demon Palace. Besides, if we don't release Hua Qi, then how can our grievances and hatreds be resolved? I Without your heart, I can't pretend that nothing happened, what Hua Qi owes us is always what he owes."

Ling didn't reply, got up suddenly, and walked outside.

Feng looked at Ling's figure, took a breath, and followed him leisurely again.The more interesting things are, the more people look forward to it.

After all, staying here for 1000 years is really lonely.

Mu Anqi was sent to the place where he used to live, and Xing'er stayed by Mu Anqi's side all the time, able to provide a steady stream of spiritual power, but Mu Anqi still didn't wake up.

Nangong Shi waited at the side without speaking.

Nangong Shao was seriously injured, his face was pale, he leaned against the door and insisted not to leave.

Jia Lan who was standing outside the main hall seemed to be waiting and looking forward to it.He thought, that person should come back.

Ling suddenly entered the room, put his pale hand on Mu Anqi's wrist, and after a long time, he bent down.

"What are you doing?!" Everyone in the room moved.

"My brother is going to save her." Feng also came from outside the door, "If you still want her to wake up, don't worry about it."

Ling tilted his head slightly, with a pale face and an indiscriminate appearance, somewhat similar to Feng, but more beautiful than Feng, like a porcelain doll.

His color is very white ^
It seemed as if it could be broken by accident.

Ling's fingers were placed on Mu Anqi's forehead, leading Xing'er's spiritual energy to inject into Mu Anqi's body.

Mu Anqi is absorbing those memories at this moment, more precisely, reconciling with those memories, the events of 1000 years ago are vivid in his memory, as if they just happened yesterday.

Those people who thought they had nothing to do with the present appeared 1000 years ago. That is a story different from the present.

That story is so painful.

The happy and innocent Hua Qi gradually turned into a cold-blooded and ruthless woman, relying on the people around her to do one thing after another that both people and gods hate.

Someone owed Hua Qi, of course, it is undeniable that Hua Qi also owed others.This is an account that cannot be settled.

And why does this have anything to do with her?

It is clear that in this life, she is just a simple person who wants to be free.

Headache--

"What's the matter?" Nangong rarely saw Mu Anqi's fingers move suddenly, and he bent forward slightly.

(End of this chapter)